The man pacing closer made Mitchell feel an even stronger invisible oppression.

Faced with this unidentified mysterious visitor, the general subconsciously raised his hand to raise his gun to stop his approach, but was horrified to find that his arm had become a little disobedient; Although he tried his best to control the movement of his arm, he only let out a trembling tremble. What's going on?

"Oh, it doesn't hurt to let you know."

Catching the panic and fear in the general's eyes clearly, the man tilted his head and glanced at the old guy in front of him a few times, feeling that he was in a really good mood today, and he would actually say so many words to such an ambitious vice admiral.

"Or, you can ask Simpson, and I think he should be able to give you an explanation."

…… Simpson?

Mitchell's eyes widened in confusion, and then he remembered the meaning of the name.

- That high-ranking general who committed suicide for no apparent reason!

Fear instantly pierces thoughts, like snow and lightning in the night sky; The general's hand was really shaking uncontrollably this time, and he seemed to understand a lot of things in an instant.

No wonder this war broke out so suddenly without warning, when Simpson committed suicide after a series of strange orders, and then these inexplicable strategic deployments - the general suddenly intuitively realized that right in front of him, this mysterious man in a flight suit was the one behind the control!

Trying his best to point a gun at this terrible man, Mitchell found that what was supposed to be a simple action had become the most difficult thing in the world to do; Just in the vain struggle of the general's eyes wide open and his forehead bursting with blue tendons, his face gradually showed an unbelievable look of horror, right in front of his eyes, his disobedient right arm had been raised, but it was twisted in the direction of the inside, and the muzzle of the M1911 black hole in his hand was facing his line of sight!

"Bang——! Bang——! ”

The deck compartment of an aircraft carrier, the sound insulation performance can only be said to be quite average; Hearing the sudden burst of gunfire in the captain's office, the major officer waiting outside the door was shocked, and then looked around as if he had suddenly woken up, and then pushed open the door of the captain's office in front of him in disbelief.

"It's- what's wrong?"

At this time, the crew and guards who heard the sound and rushed from nearby had already come to the door of the office cabin and spied the scene inside, and everyone was deeply surprised and stunned on the spot.

General, general, what's wrong with him?

"—don't panic, boys!"

The man in the flight suit, his voice still cold.

Seeing that he had just raised his hand to hold the gun, but almost turned the muzzle of the gun and exploded his head, General Mitchell was now leaning down on the back of the chair, and the carpet next to the chair fell on the delicately decorated M1911, and the muzzle of the gun seemed to have a wisp of green smoke wafting from it.

Encountering the infiltration of the consciousness of the mysterious visitor, Mitchell's will has become very weak; The extreme panic that almost killed himself just now, and the piercing gunfire at close range was a strong stimulus, and at this time, I saw that his eyes were blank, the corners of his mouth were crooked, and he still looked like a veteran who had been in battle for a long time, and it was almost the same as the decay of the candle in Manhattan Park. And just opposite him, facing everyone's surprised and suspicious eyes, the man's words were still unhurried:

"The general has been commanding operations for a long time, and the pressure on him is too great. - You," he casually pointed to a guard at the door, "to take care of the situation; Vice Admiral Mitchell has now resigned and is no longer in charge of the command of the fleet. ”

…… Resign?

"Resigning" from the post of captain of an aircraft carrier at the height of the war?

The word resignation is not a joke for professional soldiers, but it is not uncommon for such a thing to be picked, and it is simply a dereliction of duty and a crime. Not to mention seeing Mitchell's weird appearance now, let's just say this guy in front of him, where did he come from? What the hell are you doing in the captain's office, this person can't be an assassin sent by the Russians, right?

Just when a large number of crew members and guards were confused, and the guards also held the M4A1 carbine in their hands tightly and looked vigilantly at the guy in the flight suit in the office, Rear Admiral Lawrence, who had just walked with everyone, opened his mouth as if he had suddenly realized; Although his consciousness had been invisibly disturbed, he thought to himself that it was probably Mitchell's secret plan of action that had been exposed, and that the man in the flight suit in front of him was a special commissioner from Washington?

Immersed in the inexplicable thinking of self-justification, Lawrence immediately waved his hand and beckoned the two guards to carry the carbine behind him, and went in to help the limp and depressed Mitchell, and at the same time asked the medical officer to call for him immediately. The crew and others gathered at the door were sent away, and at this time, several officers on the ship who got the news also came running, and they all felt a little unbelievable when they saw the scene in front of them, so they all gathered around Rear Admiral Lawrence, the highest-ranking officer on the warship at the moment, with a blank face, to see how he was going to deal with this sudden and strange change.

"Oh, nothing; Mark he should be overworked caused by mental discomfort. - Everyone go back to their posts, and it's not too late to visit the general when the situation is stable. ”

Mentally unwell? Several people tilted their heads to see the mysterious man who was still sitting on the sofa in the captain's room, as if he was oblivious to the scene in front of them, and although they thought it was really strange, they still accepted Rear Admiral Lawrence's order and prepared to leave. Still, the fact that the commander had gone wrong at a time when the battle was so fierce did not bode well.

"Oh! - Everyone, please stay! ”

The mysterious man, who had been sitting on the sofa as if he was in deep thought, raised his hand to greet the officers inside and outside the door, and then announced to them the decision he had just thought about:

"Mitchell is unwell now, and the command of the fleet can be left to Lawrence." Turning his head to Lawrence, who looked surprised, the man's face was calm, but a little cynical:

"Now, it's up to you to take command."

Casually pointing to Rear Admiral Lawrence, the man stood up and left the captain's office, not seeming to notice anything wrong with this arrangement, which was completely out of line with the conventions of naval command.

As the man who had walked out of the cabin and disappeared at the end of the corridor left, the officers present and the passing crew all looked at each other: they did not know who this mysterious man of unknown origin was, nor did they know what the appointment meant. Listening to Lawrence's semantics, presumably that arrogant guy is a henchman sent by the president, or a commissioner from the top of the military - but in any case, hastily appointing a commander is also a reckless act, does he think that whoever commands the fleet can play as long as he is the same general?

But...... Now that man had left straight away, and now that Vice Admiral Mitchell had been carried to the infirmary, the battle group led by the "Carl Vinson" could not be without a commander for a day, and Rear Admiral Lawrence was also a top student at the Annapolis Naval Academy, and now he had to be ordered to be in danger.

The fiery red sunset at dusk is reflected on the vast sea; The deck and bridge of the huge aircraft carrier seem to have been plated with a strange look.

Shuttling through the huge hull of the "Carl Vinson", navigating through the labyrinthine corridors, the man walked down the gangway as if no one was around, nodding indifferently at the suspicious crew who passed by from time to time. At noon, he hurried from Gibraltar to deal with this mess by warplane, and now he was probably not in a very happy mood, but there was still no trace of waves on his face with sunglasses, which was also his usual expression.

Eating casually in the officer's cafeteria in the middle and rear of the hull, the man's flight suit had not yet been taken off, he did not plan to stay long in this floating sea castle, and he did not like the feeling of gently undulating with the waves. And today's events are really a lot of things, if it weren't for the little plan he got from the CIA, this handful of careerists......

Hey, that self-righteous vice admiral!

It's a tricky old guy, and he's really a bit bold enough to deploy tactical nuclear weapons to the front line without authorization; If it hadn't almost caused him a mess, it would still be a pawn that could be used, right? Forget it, let him lie in the hospital for a while, this kind of guy who dares to think and dare to do may be able to use it in the future.

As for that person......

Now, he needs him alive; If he can survive the air battle and prove that he is indeed that man.

The stalemate in the Caucasus was as he had expected, but now it didn't matter; After traveling to Karachi via the Middle East, as long as his next actions are not disturbed, how those big-headed soldiers will continue to fight here is just a trivial matter.

Now that the plan has been laid out, it is time to climb up and lookout.

……

After a thrilling scene on the aircraft carrier, the blood-colored remnant sun finally slowly set on the horizon, and the distant Caucasus sky returned to its original calm. The American planes, which had triggered an unprecedented fierce battle, withdrew immediately after receiving the order to "evade immediately," and the Red 17, which had been lucky enough to escape from the encirclement, also immediately returned home, thus bringing a dramatic and abrupt end to a terrible air battle, although none of the people involved knew exactly why.

This unprecedented tragic day is, in a sense, not over; The "round-up" operation of the US Navy and Air Force ended in a fiasco, leaving a page on the operational record of NATO's Central Command.

When: June 29, 1996

Location: Airspace 9591 to 9597, near southern Georgia

Combat History: Slightly ......

Weapon consumption: forty-six pieces of AIM-7M, sixteen pieces of AIM-54B, sixteen to nineteen pieces of AIM-9L

Artillery shells: 600 to 700 rounds (the last two items cannot be accurately counted due to the battle damage of the carrier aircraft)

Results: Zero

Loss statistics: five F-16Cs, three F-15Cs, one E/F-18E

Battle damage statistics: two F-16Cs, three F-15Cs, and one E/F-18E

Conclusion: No ......